He knew he should have been back out on the highway nearly an hour ago by now, glancing up at the clock above the counter seating, at this rate it wouldn't matter how he tried to make up the time, delivery would probably be late. But... He just couldn't pull himself away, sitting in the booth that could barely contain his hefty form, a dirty and well-worn pair of jeans underneath the table and his only marginally stained t-shirt above it, sipping away at enough caffeine to keep him awake for the entire night by now. Every little black fur of the bull was standing on edge from the buzz going through him, but his eyes didn't show it at all, staring four booths down along the wall, playing a game of eye-footsies with the adorable little tabby cat sitting down yonder.
	The pair had come in just as he was set to leave, two stripey boys that couldn't have been more different, a tiny little sissy looking house cat wearing shorts and some sort of dorky gamer t-shirt, and what the bull assumed was his tiger boyfriend, definitely a sports nut of some kind given the muscles and tank top. They were cute together, for a short while the bull thought maybe they were brothers, but not with the way they were behaving with each other, faux-bickering like an old married couple, occasionally holding hands, the little one sighing at the 'goofy' antics of the tiger. Nah, they were definitely fucking. But the best part was that whenever the little thing stared at his man with a blush, it wasn't cause of the tiger, it was because of him, the massive bull behind him staring down that pretty kitty with a friendly smile that had just a touch of questionability to its smirk, catching the little thing staring at him and quickly glancing away, playing along himself on occasion.
	The bull snapped off the nametag attached to his shirt, the trucking company's logo and name on top, then a firmly scribbled out black line beneath it, leaving only the name "Chuck" written in permanent marker underneath it, holding it up with a little wave and wink for the feline to see, about the only way he could introduce himself at the moment. He was rewarded with another shameful little blush, the cat's attention turning back to his boyfriend. Chuck had already heard their names by now, the diner was fairly empty for the time, the boring one was named AJ, Ajay, whatever, his name might as well have been Cockblock for all the bull cared. The cute one though, Sam... Sam clearly wasn't used to getting the sort of attention Chuck was sending his way, or maybe he'd have flipped the bull off or mentioned it to his man already, done something to stop it. But no, Sam was flustered, blushy, tempted...
	There was always a problem with finding new people out on the road instead of in town after a job was done, especially at little rest stops like this one, you never knew just how long someone would be sticking around, when you could make your move, if you planned to make it too late and they left, it was a finnicky thing that Chuck had long learned was entirely up to chance no matter how good you were at this sort of thing. He could leave now and cut his losses, there was no guarantee he'd get his hands on that prime little piece of cat, or he could keep waiting, despite his size and the stereotypes for bullish tempers he was anything but impatient. Their meal was done, they'd be leaving any moment now, probably drive off away out of the bull's life for good, having a gay, literally, time. 
	The choice was soon made for him though, the large tiger standing up from the booth, leaving his little boytoy all alone and making his way to the bathroom. It was almost too perfect, leaving the little one there, just ripe to walk over and steal away with a few smooth words and lewd innuendos. With a grunt as his stomach pressed against the cold metal table, Chuck lifted himself out of the booth, brushing his shirt down, pulling out his wallet to leave some cash at the table, immediately turning and making his way towards the little cat, staring him down like the tasty piece of meat he was, the gaze returned with an ashamed glance every step closer.
	Until he passed the little cat right by, leaving his nametag on the table as a little tease, going right along towards the bathroom himself, leaving a very, very confused little feline behind him, picking up the nametag and letting his tiny fingers play with it, reading over the name with a look back at the heavy bull walking away.
	The small diner bathroom was not often used, being right next to a well-taken care of rest stop, the staff never seemed to feel the need pass muster with it. All the truckers who frequented the route knew it, Chuck sure as shit knew it, but given the grimace present on AJ's face as Chuck came in, he'd expected better. Lifting a shoe up to stare down at how sticky the floor was, a grunt of distaste coming from him, he'd only just began unpacking his member out to use the urinal, joined at his side by the large bull. Seconds passed in silence, the bull letting out a heavy flow while AJ awkwardly stood in stillness, uncomfortable at both the setting and how the bull's weight made him stand just within the tiger's personal space.

	"You two are cute together," Chuck's low voice rumbled out, staring up at the wall in front of him. It immediate drew a confused "What?" from the big cat next to him, Chuck finally turning his head, sizing the other man up. At 6'7" himself, horns not included, there weren't many types who intimidated him, but with only an inch or two shorter and some decent looking muscles, this AJ certainly looked like quite the stud, it was easy to see why such a cute boy would fall for him.
	"You and your boy, out there. You're cute together, reminds me of my first boyfriend." He followed up with, a friendly tone in his voice, a mild grin on his face, "Should watch yourself down here though, not everyone's alright with hand-holding and all that."
	AJ blinked, turning back to the wall, staring down at his own member, still too nervous to go, "Oh, thanks... It's not our first date or anything. I'm actually moving him up to my place, been together about two years now."
	"Well shit, that's nice of you, get him out of this hellhole, huh?" Chuck joked, giving himself a shake as he packed it all away. "Good luck to ya, you're gonna need it." Turning away, he finally gave the tiger some space, turning the sink on full blast, the loud creaky faucet practically whistling as it sprayed out. Before he'd even turned it off, the hand dryer came next, a loud and old machine, the bathroom was filled with an obnoxious racket of sound that could be heard outside the door even. It was exactly how Chuck needed it.
	A pair of hands reached over AJ's neck, his head turning upwards in the brief second he had to wonder what was going on, moments before a tight wire wrapped its way around his neck, pulling up, back, and digging in, lifting the tiger off his feet and over the bull's fat stomach, both their spines arching backwards. There wasn't any words between the two, not that AJ could talk, a mix of gurgled and choked out cries coming from his throat, mouth wide open in shock, and Chuck knew the kid couldn't hear him anyway, not through his own panic or the cacophany of noise the bull had setup to cover up the sound of struggles.
	An elbow slammed into the side of Chuck's stomach, bringing a pained, annoyed, grunt from him. He knew this would happen, AJ looked far too active to go down without a fight, in a straight up brawl he might win too, the man probably had some good moves in that slowly oxygen deprived brain of his. But like this? Wire around his neck with a heavier man behind him? All of that was useless, all that mattered now was that he wasn't the one in control now, Chuck was. A stripey leg tried to leverage itself against the urinal wall, pushing up gainst the heavy bull garroting his neck, but before it could get anywhere the two were already moving backwards, one taking awkward, hard, steps back and the other flailing his legs into the air, falling back into one of the few stalls in the bathroom had.

	"C'mon! Fucker!" Chuck growled, sitting down on the toilet seat, kicking the stall close with his own foot. There was plenty of surfaces for the cat to gain foothold on now, but no room to maneuver, no room to struggle, just walls all around him, up to the ceiling, down to the walls, and a big, heavy, body behind him. "Just lay down for a nap while I go fuck your boy, stop fightin'!" He growled, pulling tighter on the wire, the light red line of flesh around the steel turning dark red as it began to cut into his neck. "Stop fightin!" He repeated in a lower growl, repeating himself, lower again, grunting wheneve ran elbow slammed into his gut, tugging harshly every time the tiger slammed his foot into the stall wall, he didn't need any more racket in his ears.
	Listening wasn't AJ's strong suit, the wide-eyed look of fear and anger making it evident he hadn't heard the demand, he was pissed, he wanted to fight, he wasn't going to give up. ...Good, thought Chuck. He liked to think he was a man of his word, and it'd be such a problem to leave a live witness. The struggles didn't match the attitude though, every second passing leaving his kicks a bit less powerful, his elbows jabbing less and less. Soon enough his back was arching upward in a heaving, bucking, motion.
	"Yeah... I'm gonna fuckin' rape that kid's boypussy like you never could." Chuck groaned, he was already pitching a tent just from their fight, AJ could feel it along his back, feel exactly what was going to violate his loving boyfriend. "He's been makin eyes at me the whole time... I'm gonna ruin him for ya, don't you worry," He teased, pulling tighter on the wire, spreadin his legs apart as a red spray squirted out in front of them, staining the stall door. "Fuck! Yeah, just go down..." He groaned, grinding against the dying tiger long past the time his eyes finally went blank, keeping a firm grip to ensure there wouldn't be any mistakes.	
	Now came the truly difficult part of the whole affair, getting up and out without staining himself noticeably in the jock's blood. First thing's first, he dug into the pants of his latest victim, pulling out his phone and immediately going through the texts, reading through a few to understand his style of writing before clumsily typing in to his boyfriend outside, "gonna be a while, think that sandwich was bad for my stomach" he pressed send then dropped it down into the toilet between his legs, carefully unwrapping the wire from his neck and doing the same, he could always get more. Hoping to whatever god there was that no one came in just now, he nudged the stall door open and carefully pulled the two of them out, there was no room in there to just nudge his way past, blood leaking down the tiger's body and onto the floor, careful to avoid stepping in the drops as he let the dead weight fall back onto the toilet seat, lurching over to the side as if he would fall off.
	Wedging the stall door shut with a wad of paper towels, he looked himself over in the mirror. A bit sweaty, slightly more disheveled than usual, but somehow he'd avoided any blood on his shirt and pants. He hadn't intended it to get bloody, but with a self admiring glance at his muscular arms, it was hard not to sometimes. One down, one more to go, he thought as he left the restroom minutes later than he'd entered, if the place had been busy or anyone had been paying attention, maybe they'd have realized that two men entered and only one left. But in an empty dive like this? It was made for people like Chuck.
	"Hey there pretty kitty," The bull said in his deep voice, as smooth as it could sound given the rough excitement he'd just been through. Coming up from behind, he'd startled the little thing, quickly dropping his phone onto the table and turning up with a wide, nervous, smile.
	"Hey there.. Chuck..." He said, holding the nametag in his fingers, feeling up its sides and twirling it around, finally stopping to hold it up for the bull to take between his large fingers. He sat down in AJ's spot without so much as being hinted he should, the table moving slightly as he wedged himself in.
	"You're uh... boyfriend, in there... He ate the tuna, didn't he?" He asked about as casually as he could, looking down at the plate in front of him. He had, and it was disgusting, but those stomach problems were hours off, not immediate.
	"Yeah... Was he okay in there? He texted me," Sam replied, looking down at his phone and fiddling with it, he'd sent several more messages, none had gotten replies. Fuck, Chuck thought, shouldn't have dropped it in so soon.
	"He's fine, your boy's just got the tuna shits, that's all. Wish I coulda warned you two about it, this place the only safe thing to eat is something frozen and fried," He replied, leaning back into the seat, spreading an arm along the back while his other came to rest on his stomach. "So, he's gonna be a while... What brings you two to this hellhole?" He asked, a knowing smirk on his face.
	Sam didn't answer right away, glancing back at the bathroom entrance while Chuck repeated in his head over and over "Don't fucking do it." He wasn't a sociable creature, that was certain, having a man like the bull abruptly start up a conversation with him all casual-like was certainly not something he was comfortable with. "We're moving... Cross country and stuff, together," He replied, short on details. But between every nervous glance back at the bathroom, there was one towards the bull, tinting his orange and white-striped face just a little bit pinker, eyes flicking up and down what little of his body could be seen over the table. "You're a trucker, right?"
	"Sure am..." He replied, his smile widening. "Ever see the inside of a truck before?" The line flowed out of his mouth, rehearsed, said a hundred times over, it was a leading question. Everyone wanted to see what the inside of a big rig was like in person, one of those idle curiosities. What was the radio like? What's it like to ride so high up? He knew it, all people needed was the opportunity and excuse to do it. "I can show ya..."
	"Ohhh I don't think so... My boyfriend's sick, I don't want to leave him..." Sam replied, his ears lowering while the smirk on Chuck's face rose, he was 'sick' alright.
	"He'll be okay, its just some time on the can... Text him that you're just out lookin around... It'll be fine," He said in a low, even deeper, voice, leaning forward to put a hand in the center of the table, staring deep into the orange tabby's blue eyes. "How often you gonna get a close-up look at a truck, huh?" It was all innuendo and they both knew it, the little cat nibbling on his lip as he considered it, for once not breaking eye contact out of nervous shame, staring into the deep brown orbs on the bull's black face. "O... Okay..." He spoke up, his little voice squeaking. He tapped out a quick message on his phone, doing as suggested and quickly leaving cash on the table, standing up while cautiously glancing at the bathroom door, a part of Sam wanting to go in and check on his man and the other worried he'd come out right at this moment, as the bull gently put one of his massive arms down the kitten's back and led him out of the grease-pit diner.
	"Relax, kitten-cat... Just showin' you muh truck," He said in that low smooth voice again, rumbling out from above and straight down into the cat's ear. Unlike his boyfriend, the height gap between them measured in feet, or nearly as much, a full head and a half taller than the lithe thing before his horns came into play, and he was certain he weighed nearly triple the cat's weight in his gut alone. The walk over to truck parking was short, once they were out of the general area no one gave them a second look, there was little to no judgments about who you made the road less lonely with.
	Climbing up on the step up, he jammed his key into the door and swung it open, gesturing up for Sam to clamber on up and inside onto the driver's seat. It took some effort for the bull to not palm his ass to 'help' him on up, but eventually the feline made it, looking like a tiny child in the seat made for a man of real size. "Woah... I can't even see from here," The cat piped up, the seat so low and far back that he had to tilt himself upward just to see over the dashboard.
	"Yeah, yeah, it's somethin', ain't it?" The bull chuckled, lifting himself up a bit more, leaning over the cat's shoulder and lifting the seat up with a switch. "It's a lot like walking around with all this on ya," He gave his belly a pat, "You gotta make sure you don't bump into anything cause you're so much bigger than your eyes can even see," He clicked his tongue, gesturing with a flick of his head towards the back. "And then there's the trailer back there, even when you're sure you got room for the cab, you have to make sure you don't knock anyone over behind ya with the damn thing." He went on explaining, using his free hand to gently stroke down the feline's back.
	It made the hair on the boy's neck stand up, but that did little to discourage the bull, using the knuckles of his three fingers to stroke up and down against the thin t-shirt, "But you get used to it, long as you're smart about it..." His voice grew lower, leaning in and downwards. There was no personal space left between them, only a shared area of the cramped cab driver's seat, his belly hanging down well within the feline's side view, his eyes constantly glancing over to it, hands gently feeling up the large wheel, brushing over the various switches and radio receiver. 
	"Touch anything you want, kitty cat..." He growled, licking his lips audibly, the cat was already in his cab, how he reacted from here, Chuck didn't care. But the last thing he expected was for the cat's left hand to gingerly reach out and feel his stomach, fingers pressing against the slightly stretched fabric of his t-shirt, pressing against the soft weight of it. "Oh-hooo... Bet you don't get to feel somethin' that soft very often, do ya?" He teased, half-hissing it out as an insult towards the beefcake of a boyfriend who was probably staining the bathroom floor right now.
	"No... I mean he's hot but... I like... all kinds of guys," Sam nibbled on his lip as he spoke, muffling his words with obvious nerves, his other hand fumbling against the outline of his phone in his pocket, worried at any moment his boyfriend would be looking for him. "Big guys especially..."
	"Shhh-shhhh kitten, you don't need to say anymore... I got a bed in the back... Why don't you scooch on back there and I'll let you feel me as much as you want?"
	"Oh-OH! No no no, I didn't mean-"

	"SHHHHHhhhhh!" The bull pressed his hand to the little one's lips, a bit of spit spraying him in the face from the harshness of his voice. "Relax... All you're gonna do is feel me... And he's not gonna know about it. Now, scooch... Now." He ordered, eyes narrowing, the gentleness of his voice leaving with his final words. This was going to happen, whether the cat wanted it or not, but he'd give him every opportunity to try and enjoy it.
	Thankfully for the both of them, he did as told, climbing off the seat and going over the middle, climbing onto the uncomfortable cot in the back of the cab, what little light was coming from the front entrance quickly shut out as the bull's fat body filled it up. He had to squeeze himself into it, knees on the cot and resting up against the only way in or out, lifting his shirt to expose his mildly obese stomach, heavy chest, but thoroughly muscled arms, stretching it over top his head and horns til it was wrapped around just his shoulders and neck. "Go on..."
	Despite all his nerves, Sam obeyed immediately, both hands pressing against the fat man in front of him, his belly feeling so perfectly round in shape, fingers pushing into his flesh and feeling pliable, doughy, skin, beneath it, only when he pushed in hard did he feel the muscles underneath, the exact opposite of the love of his life. "Oh my God... You're so big," The tabby mumbled, hands swirling around his belly, pressing into it where ever he pleased, groping it.
	Chuck puffed his chest out with pride, he needed little to buff his ego up, but it was always good to hear. He was a real man, he knew it. He wasn't a sissy little toy like Sam, he wasn't a slave to some system like AJ had been, a constant regime of exercise and diets, he was sure. No, he took what he want when he wanted it, he kept himself in shape enough, but he enjoyed life, especially the finer parts, the parts few others would dare indulge in. "There's to me than just my stomach, kitten," He grunted, his puffed up chest pointing down at the feline with its soft pecs. Those hands instantly shifted upward, groping him in the chest with enough vigor to make the bull let out a bit of a mooing groan, he hadn't expected the bundle of nerves to be so... eager.
	"Mnnnuhhh, good boy... Gooooood boy..." He groaned, bringing his own hands up to wrap around the back of Sam's shoulders, pulling his face roughly into that thick belly in front of him, mashing the little kitten's face against him, feeling those arms wrap as far as they could around him and try to hug back. It wasn't a hug though, not to the bull. It was asserting dominance over a smaller being, he wanted to let his body fall forward and crush the little thing under him until it stopped moving. Suffocate and destroy him under the body of a real man, not some prancy fuck who wasted every day at the gym and was bone-thin.
	"This is what a real man feels like, Sammy boy... Nnnf, God you're so fuckin' tiny," Chuck groaned, mashing that little face into his belly button, chuckling at his how muzzle sank into it with a discomforted groan. Along with the body of a real man, he was getting the scent of one, a big, thick, heavy man had a big, thick, heavy smell to him. Most of the skanks he railed described it as intoxicating, but he was never sure between the ones who were serious and the ones who were saying it cause they were getting paid. With one hand still holding the cat in place, he reached below and popped the button on his jeans, his barely hidden and heavy erection flying out against his strained boxers, dripping away down his thigh.
	Slowly, reluctantly, he pulled Sam away from his body, finally letting him breathe fresh air, gasping in, his face tinted with the bull's sweat. "How's that, kiddo?" He groaned smugly, with the boy panting out every breath he knew damn well how it was, but just as before he always liked to have his ego fed.
	"Ss... So hot..." He mumbled out, hands still wandering around the fat belly in front of him. "Can I- Can you just... press it down on top of me? I-I want to feel all your weight..." He asked between heavy breaths, his voice barely getting above the same mumble with how badly he needed to breathe, and the tiny cabin was lacking in fresh air by now, it was all Chuck's musk by now.
	The bull leaned down, pushing Sam against the back wall and pinning him there with his chest, bringing them as close to face-to-face as they could get in the small quarters. "Kitty cat... If I get on top of you," He whispered harshly, deliberately breathing out heavily into his face, grabbing one hand and forcing it against his barely contained boner, "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you... Is that what you want?"
	A gulp, a shivering gulp, was the only reply at first, that wasn't what they had agreed upon of course, but it had never been so cut and dry, even Sam wasn't so naive to think he was just out here to see a truck, but he'd HOPED that was the case. He didn't know if he'd have the testicular fortitude to go any further than that, rubbing a hot guy's body was one thing, but fucking him? That was another. A decision he didn't get to keep pondering on as he was suddenly yanked away from the wall, slammed down into the hard mattress and immediately swarmed over with a heavy pressure across his body.
	Sam moaned, loudly, it was exactly how he imagined it would feel, all that weight, all that real man, pressing down across his entire body, almost coating him from how the softness of the bull's body allowed him to press down and cover the little cat. "Yyyy... Yessssss," He moaned, arms lifted up above his head helplessly, "You're so BIG!" He nearly yelled the last word, his desires overcoming nerves as he gave into what he wanted, his shorts being slid down his smal body until they were dangling around one ankle.
	"Yeah I am... And you're fuckin' tiny," Chuck growled, lifting himself up only enough to snatch up each tiny cat leg, lifting them up towards his head, pressing the blunt tip of his hard dick against the little thing's entrance. "I'm hotter than him, aren't I?" He rumbled out in a husky whisper, pulling down his boxers to free it, allowing every inch of that foot-long monster to slap against Sam's belly. The answer didn't come right away, again, a little cringe crossing the cat's face at the mention of his boyfriend, shame. Shame that disappeared when Chuck pressed himself down fully again, squeezing the half-dressed feline into the cot,
	"Ohhhh-Fuck yes! You're so much fucking hotter! You... fat fuck!" He moaned, legs shaking wildly in the air above him.
	Chuck growled lustfully, prodding his dripping head at the feline's cheeks, he knew he should lube himself up first, but the boy was pushing his buttons in just the right ways, he couldn't wait. "Fuck, say that again... You like 'em fat, don't you?" He ordered, putting some of his weight forward, pushing against that tight star.
	"Yessssss... Muscles can't just... lay on top of me... they're not soft they're not fun to cuddle and-" A hand roughly clapped down against his mouth, pinning him shut with a thumb over his nostrils as the bull shoved forward, hard, spearing his way into the cat's tight entrance like a battering ram.
	He would have screamed if he could, the muffled sounds of a painful entrance barely coming through the thick hand, clenching down on the bull's massive cock. Chuck hadn't bothered checking AJ's size before he did him in, but with how tight the cat felt... Either he was average, or they'd never fucked yet. He preferred to imagine the latter, not that he could steal someone's virginity from the dead.
	"Ow-OWWW! Fuck! Not so hard!" Sam squealed, his hands clapping down onto each of his ankles just for something to grip, digging his dull claws into his socks, "Too... F-fucking big!" He whined, the boy had quite the foul mouth for someone so shy, it drove the bull wild, what else was he hiding inside?
	"You love it," He grunted into an ear, pressing his weight down harder as he worked his cock in and out, smearing his pre along the entrance and pressing in slightly deeper with each rough thrust. If he'd lubed himself up properly he could have just slam-fucked right into the thing's guts, but for once his sense of patience had failed him, he needed to hear that boy whine from his cock, he needed to feel that tightness around him, ruining that ass that belonged to someone else...
	"You wanted big, you're getting all of it," Chuck groaned, prodding himself into the smaller feline, his legs spread wide and far just by the sheer size of the man on top of him, one hand holding the bull up slightly while the other stroked through the mess of orangey-blonde hair ontop the cat's head, "Just relax that hole, c'mon kitten... Let Daddy in there," He pushed again, drawing a mewling whimper from the tabby, slowly working his hole open wider and deeper than it'd ever felt. Minute after minute, another inch pushed in, by now it was obvious that Sam's boyfriend was the last thing on his mind, he'd have realized how long he was wasting in here, getting his ass broken open by a random guy he met at a pit stop diner. Some filthy fuckin' trucker.
	"Ohhh- fuck yes!" The bull groaned, getting off on his own thoughts almost as much as he was the tight ass around his shaft, slamming in the final two inches with a triumphant growl. Sam meanwhile, arched his back and whined, a quiet noise considering how loud he'd been yelling and whining earlier, his whole face looking still, eyes distant. It was only then that Chuck realized, he was pressing himself down. All of himself, he'd been smothering the cat's chest the entire time he'd been blowing his ass wide open.
	"Fuck, kid!" He yelled, lifting himself up enough to hear the cat inhale with a gasp, Sam's face lighting up as it was rewarded with air once more, both arms clutching up against the bull's massive body, hugging the tiny body to it.
	"I couldn't- coul-" Sam tried to speak, constantly cut off by his own gasps for air, "couldn't breathe!" he finally got out, clutching up against the obese body that had almost smothered him to death, clenching down on the foot long cock bulging his own tummy out. None of what he did involved trying to push Chuck away, get him off, or even yell at him.
	He dropped his weight down again, pinning the cat to the bad, staring into his face as his chest was smothered with so much weight that it couldn't lift up to inhale, mouth open in a failed attempt to gasp inward still... And still holding onto him, hugging. The kinky little fucker liked it!
	With no effort to pull himself up yet, he yanked his cock out to the tip, feeling that tight hole drag against his shaft, tiny legs shivering wildly around him from both the lack of air and sensations of nearly having your ass ripped out by a meaty dick. Without waiting more than a second he slammed it back in, feeling his own shaft bulge out the tiny cat pressed against his stomach, drawing out a long, aroused moan of his own. He wasted no time and gave the cat no mercy, setting into a heavy rhythm of sawing his cock in and out of the asphyxiating body, waiting until he'd finally feel taps of desperation against his shoulder before lifting up enough to let the feline gasp in.
	Sam, to his credit, couldn't wait to catch his breath before he tried to praise the bull in some way, talk dirty to him, tell him how hot he was, beg for it again. "I love your f... fat body! You're a real man!" He moaned out, his tail flicking wildly between their legs underneath them both, his hole stretched out to obscene levels and every thrust into his body drawing out a gutteral grunt as he was re-shaped on the inside just to fit all that dick, when he could breathe at least.
	Lifting himself up more to get a better angle on his thrusts, the bull rocked the cab slightly every time he pushed in, taking great pleasure in forcing out those little unflattering grunts from the cat, pushing in as hard and deep as he could go just to make them deeper. "Who's your fucking daddy?" He snarled, yanking the shirt off the tiny feline to see the rest of his scrawny body.
	"You are! You're my fucking daddy!" Sam mewled out, folding both arms over his face in embarrassment, shame and his boyfriend weren't even on his mind right now, he just felt so... filthy.
	"Damn. Right!" Chuck yelled, pushing in as hard as he could, feeling the feline's insides press against him in resistance. He wasn't even cumming yet, but he was making room for it. Shaping the cat to his needs, ensuring there'd be room for his load once it came, which wasn't long from now. "I'm bigger than that jock asshole, aren't I?" He snarled, bringing the shame back to Sam's face, what little was left at least.
	"You're in my stomach..." Sam whimpered, he didn't need to say it so bluntly, hoping the implication was obvious enough, but Chuck wasn't having any of it, demanding the question again, louder, bits of spit flying into Sam's face. "Yes!" he acqueisced, tightening his arms over his face, "You're f... fucking twice his size!"
	That was all Chuck needed to hear to make him speed up, no longer trying to drag things out for his own entertainment, he needed to dump his nut inside the boy, now. "Fuck your dumb bitch of a boyfriend!" Chuck snarled, wrenching the cat's hands away from his face, staring down at it with a toothy grin, eyes lit up in a way that finally matched all the caffeine and adrenaline coursing throug his system.
	"He's not a bitch!" Sam whined, bucking against the brutal thrusts into his ass, trying to squirm an arm out of the bull's grasp, there was quite a bit the kinky boy would take, but apparently directly insulting the love of his life was too much for him... Perfect.
	"He died like a bitch!" Chuck snarled, knowing exactly what he said, the mood of the room instantly falling flat, for one of them at least. The bull didn't miss a beat though, even as the cat's expression dropped and his moans fell silent, he kept eagerly beating his hips against the boy's ass, his steady thrusts growing increasingly erratic.
	Sam said nothing at first, the words taking time to sink into his brain as more than just dirty talk, "What? What?! What happened to AJ!?" He began screaming, resisting and squirming against the bull plowing into him, the whines and whimpers of earlier turning into short little panicked cries. His wrists twisted in the bull's grip, his legs tried desperately to kick at him, but the fat body above him kept them spread so far and up that there was little they could do besides grind his own hole against the cock battering his colon.
	"I fucking-" One wrist let go, the bull's thick hand raising up in the air, balling its fingers together,"-KILLED HIM!" He yelled, growling, his balled up hand slamming downward with a hard crunch of bone and meat, impacting right into the adorable little feline's face, his nose bending to the side in just one blow. The feline immediately screamed, a harsh, horrified, noise, the sound of someone who'd never been struck before, let alone by someone as strong as Chuck. 
	"I put a wire around his neck and squeezed til he choked on his own blood!" He growled again, his fist lifting up in the air threateningly, a sadistic grin spread across his wild expression. Sam's struggles had stopped, stunned into obedience as the bull raped him, holding his face with the one free hand he had, clutching at it as if it would somehow heal his broken nose. With no warning he was struck again, smashing across the other side of his pretty face, crashing into his eye socket and forehead. The little cat bucked against the bed from the blow, bouncing up once against the firm cot, wheezing out some of the blood that was leaking down from his nose.
	Another blow. Again. Once more. The bull didn't stop, slamming the cat's face as much as he was slamming into his ass, grinding in harder and deeper each time he hilted, short and stunted breaths, his member throbbing inside the limp little thing underneath him. He was still breathing, shallow and quietly, his adorable face bloodied up and swelling, it'd be covered in bruises shortly, at least if Chuck stopped now. But he didn't, the closer the his release came, the harder he kept beating the adorable cat's face in. Soon enough there was no spot left on his face that hadn't taken a blow, beating his face in as if they were in a street brawl, teeth knocked loose, his eyes bloody from his retinas detaching, there was barely anything left to beat, until with one more blow, his facial bones caved in, shattering around the edges of his eye sockets and cheeks, his face smashed in on the bull's fist.
	It finally ticked him over the edge, slamming his hips into the limp ass one last time, his heavy nuts tensing up, churning, pushing out his load into the limp body underneath him as his fist ground into the fresh meat of the boy beneath him, his fat body quivering as he shook from the power of his orgasm, dumping his load out into the cat like he was a used condom. "Ohhh- Fff... Fuck..." He groaned, his tone completely different now that he was all alone, quiet, almost vulnerable, letting himself loose with no one around to puff up for any longer. "Good boy... Good boy..." He muttered to the dead cat, unrecognizable besides his stripes any longer.
	Chuck yanked himself free before he was even finished, suddenly much more aware of his surroundings and situation now that blood was returning to his brain. The diner bathroom was rarely used, but it was still used. Someone would find that obnoxious cockblock eventually, he couldn't be around once they did. Without even bothering to put his pants back on fully or change his blood-sprayed shirt, the bull climbed up into the driver's seat and turned the engine on. He'd be far away by the time shit hit the fan here, and it wasn't too hard to find a place to dump... Whatever his name was.